Footprints

So we got this really cute plaster hand and foot print kit for Hayden.

And I keep forgeting to do it for her.

Well last week I finally remembered

(I know 3 weeks late)

So I waited until she was asleep so she wouldn't be too wiggly.

I started mixing up the plaster while Ryan was getting her ready.

Well it didn't quite look like enough plaster so I kept adding more plaster and then more water.

And anyone who has ever worked with plaster knows

(I for one didn't know this)

That it sets up very quickly.

So as I'm stirring and adding more and more it starts setting.

So I rush to try to salvage my mess but it is no hope.

So I dump it and mix up a new batch.

(knowing this time to mix it runny and work quickly)

I get it all poured into the cute memory tin, and it is still too runny.

So we wait, and wait. . .

until finally it is ready

So I grab Hayden's hand to plant into the plaster

and she

(for the first time ever while she is sleeping)

has a death grip fist and refuses to open her hand.

So I am desperately trying to pry her fingers open.

Once I finally get them a little relaxed I stuff her hand in the plaster

but it has already set too much to take an impression.

So I jam her hand into it much harder now - determined to make this work.

Well it not only doesn't work again but now she is awake and NOT happy.

So I think, well lets go for the feet they are harder maybe they'll work,

So I grab her foot and jam it in pressing is hard into the plaster

And again it doesn't take.

I look up at my screaming baby and notice

that while I had been distracted by trying to get her footprint

she had rubbed the plaster from her hands all over her

face, hair, clothes EVERYWHERE!

So quickly we work to get her hands clean

before she sticks them in her mouth.

In the mean time she is using her plaster covered feet to kick

Ryan, the counter, the cute memory tin

and in turn get plaster all over them as well.

So needles to say, we did NOT get any cute hand and foot prints to put inside of our cute memory tin.

But what we DID get was this great photo of a sad plaster covered baby,

in the arms of her plaster covered dad,

standing in her plaster covered kitchen.